Every character in this short is 18+. It contains extreme insertions and wanton cruelty, things you need to get used to when working as a demo in your mom's sex shop.
"You're late."
“Oh, sorry Mom, I must have studied too hard at school and I couldn't get here on time to humiliate myself for free.”
Melanie locked her defiant green eyes with her mother's and made it clear with overacted movements as she stripped out of her college clothes, down to just the elastic of her dark brown pigtails, that volunteering at the family-owned sex shop was not her favorite way to spend a Friday evening.
“I see someone is in one of her moods. When I can afford to pay you, I will. For now, your demonstrations are what's putting food on both our plates.”
“Let's just get it over with. What weird thing do you want me to stuff up my butt today?”
It was a long fox tail buttplug. The hard rubber of the oversized base was reshaping the membrane of the teen's rectum, the grinding made worse because of her legs bound tightly together at the ankles on the same hook as her wrists. Two pairs of fuzzy pink handcuffs on sale this week were advertised on her person and kept her dangling like a Christmas ornament at the center of a wooden frame on wheels. She looked like a mix of a lassoed rodeo calf and an Olympic diver frozen in time at the toe-touching height of her backflip.
Rotating in her frame, Melanie was rolled to the very front of the store, hairless pussy exposed, mouth gagged, and tail dangling almost to the unblemished floor. The sign nailed to the same frame that said ‘Try It B4 You Buy it!' was referring to the wand massager and studded leather paddle hooked on the two vertical beams. Her mom had bought way too many crates of these items and the few she sold were because her daughter could publicly prove they worked.
Most mall shoppers were outraged at the lewd display of debauchery and exhibitionism, but even those who couldn’t tear their gaze away from Melanie’s young peach rarely had the courage to stop for a closer look, let alone enter such an embarrassing and obsolete establishment in this age of internet shopping.
“Are the cuffs comfortable, Sweetie?"
Melanie shook her head. The ball gag in her mouth kept her from making more than retarded grunts, which was better for business than her constant complaining.
“Well, try to look like they are comfortable, please. They are supposed to be the most comfortable handcuffs on the market.”
"That'll be real fucking easy after 5 hours of the metal behind that thin-ass, fake-ass fur digging into my wrists and ankles." But the sarcasm and the words were filtered by the red ball pushing hard on her tongue
“Holy shit. Is that Melanie?”
"Who?"
"That chick in class who keeps raising her hand when the teacher asks questions."
No... No, no, no... Melanie had to wait for another unsteerable body rotation before confirming her worst fears had materialized. Though the sex shop was at a pathetically deserted location inside the mall, it was a matter of statistics that, one day, someone she knew would discover where she spent every evening and weekend. But did it have to be these two?
Whitney and Mckenna, the bitchest bitches of this whole bitch world. Whitney was the dumb one and Mckenna was the really dumb one. The two were inseparable after probably meeting at a big-tittied dumb blonde convention.
“Can I help you, ladies? Would you like a demonstration of our featured items? See how quickly it can bring a young woman like yourselves to orgasm."
“Yeah, that sounds good. What about that flat black thing? Is that for spanking?" Whitney asked, knowing full well what it was.
"Yes, it's perfect to bring a little bit of spiciness to the bedroom. Feel free to get a feel for that as well."
"Don't mind if we do..."
Melanie’s tears were running down her upside-down face to join the drool in her hair. She fought uselessly against her bonds at first but, a dozen forced orgasms later, she barely had the strength to scream through the gag whenever the silver-studded paddle smacked her red rear-end for the thousandth time. The blondes were merciless, and Whitney’s aim, whether clumsy or deadly accurate, meant that her buttocks often shared the painful smack with the bottom of her puffy pussy lips. Pleasure turned to pain and back to pleasure so often that she was starting to confuse the two.
Her mom was watching the display with dollar signs in her eyes. With how much enthusiasm her clients had spent the last twenty minutes delivering powerful, leg-shaking orgasms to her daughter while paddling the plugged butt like softball players, she was certain they would leave with two of each. She tentatively asked if there was anything else they might be interested in but was largely ignored. Perhaps they had not heard her voice through the slaps and the gagged moans.
After a particularly powerful hit that sent her daughter's tears flying through the sex shop, one of the girls (Whitney) did acknowledge her question.
“Err, yeah, I wanted to buy one of those fake dicks to fuck my girlfriend with. I'm totally a lesbian by the way.”
"Does Brad know that?" McKenna asked before getting an elbow in the ribs. “Oh, right, I'm a lesbian too!”
“Yeah, but we're not together or anything,” Whitney felt the need to specify and McKenna seemed deeply wounded by the added detail.
“Oh, you mean a strap-on dildo. Yes, of course.”
Though still trembling from the damage to her nervous system from twenty minutes of near-constant rolling orgasms. Melanie found the strength to roll her eyes. She hated when her moms said words like dildo. So embarrassing.
"Will we be able to try them first on your dummy? I've never done it before, not sure if I'd like it."
"Sure. Sure. I don't see why not. Here’s the model I recommend: it’s easy to slip on and tighten, and the groinal attachment can fit any dildo on the market that has a flat base. Like this one.”
Melanie’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the 12-inch rod, jet-black and ribbed for her destruction. Of course, her mom would try to sell the biggest one since it was the most expensive.
“Oh... Is that the biggest one you got?” Whitney replied with an exaggerated pout of disappointment. “My girlfriend is built like Wonder Woman; she wouldn't even feel that little prick.”
“Hmmm..." Melanie’s mom smelled blood in the water. She wasn’t allowed to sell them until the official launch date next week, but the profit margin alone on two of the mega Bad Dragon monsters cocks she had stashed in the back would pay the store's rent this week. She could even afford to give Melanie a little something for her trouble if she made the sale. And to think her naive daughter with no business sense told her that nobody in their right mind would be interested in dildos that big.
It took fifteen minutes for Melanie’s mom to find and unpack the Bad Dragon special edition Hole Busters, a length of time well spent by the blondes who resumed driving the studs of the paddle into the tender flesh of the suspended punching bag's throbbing ass and pussy while holding a vibrator at maximum setting on her clit rubbed raw. Melanie's latest shameful orgasm and sent her head back, lifeless. Her brain was turned off while the girls got fitted, locked, and loaded, with their new gear.
The bulbous dragon cocks, one purple, one green, and both covered with unnatural and painful-looking ridges and bumps along their twenty-inch shafts were heavy in the blondes' hands but once attached to the harness, it felt right. And powerful. After a quick bout of childish cock fencing, they walked over to the drooling mess of their own creation.
Melanie’s first sensation after the cortex reboot was pain. She could feel her heartbeat on the red patches of her buttcheeks and around the plug that had been nailed an extra inch deeper into her rectum from all the hammering. The second sensation was horror. It came after opening her eyes and seeing fist-size snakeheads poking from under the skirt of blurry college girls, out of focus far behind.
A momentary mercy? Whitney removed Melanie's ball gag. It felt good to breathe properly, but her first deep breath was her last in a long time for that is the hole that Busty Blonde #1 decided to try her new cock on.
"Mom..." was her chosen last word before her mouth filled with an unusually bulbous shape of hard rubber.
The vibrator was abandoned, the handle unattended between her breasts squeezed between suspended arms. But the massaging head was very much still alive and stuck in her thigh gap, buzzing at her clit like a tireless bee, ravaging her mind, and sending shockwaves of unwanted orgasms all through her body. If she could have relaxed her muscles, it might have made the mismatched penetration easier to bear. The cocks were coming in hard and careless, and she was tensed like a statue made of densely packed meat.
"Don't have all the answers now, do you?" The head of Whitney's dragon cock was pressing hard against the opening of Melanie's throat and making her cheeks bulge. The brunette couldn't understand how so much animosity came from occasionally answering the teacher's questions.
Mckenna, on her end, was pushing the cock's distorted head against the girl's ass. Her plugged ass. The vertical tail might have been hidden by the long horizontal cock, but there was no excuse for ignoring the absence of a proper opening. But with either innermost cruelty or unfathomable dumbness, Mckenna was creating an opening by pushing in the plug much deeper than it was designed to go.
The little ass gradually swallowed the long tail as the fake cock plowed deeper. Then, it disappeared completely into the dark cavern, squeezed against the intestinal walls at the same time as the rigid plug pushed around the first bend of her colon. Every thrust into her convulsing asshole after that bunched up the fur again the rubber base. Recovering the tail would be no easy task, but Melanie couldn't think about that right now. She couldn't think about anything.
With hands firmly around the brunette's neck, feeling monstrous warts and bulges through the stretched skin, Whitney couldn't remember the last time she had that much fun. She had half a mind to buy herself one of these crazy strap-ons and convince Mckenna to lend her her throat between periods. She wouldn't buy it here, obviously. She'd order it from Amazon like a normal person.
The mall was deserted, the music in the halls turned off, and the surrounding stores closed and gated. In the silence, the wet squirts of rectum and throat played like accordions echoed loudly.
"Ermh, I hate to interrupt," Melanie's mom said meekly. "But we should have closed almost an hour ago. Have you girls made up your mind?"
The only thing that made the girls unhook the harnesses and leave their gear inside Melanie's holes, was the fear of getting locked inside the mall.
"Not sure yet. Might need a bit more testing," Whitney said. "What time do you open tomorrow morning?"
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